We have access to more information than any generation before us. On most days, I think that’s a gift. On other days, I wonder if it’s also part of the problem. I love learning. Give me a good book, an insightful podcast, or a few hours of “YouTube University,” and I’m happy. Some of the most meaningful growth in my life has come from people who were willing to share what they’ve learned, and I’m incredibly grateful for that. But lately, I’ve been wondering about something. W

The other day, I caught myself giving someone advice that I needed to hear too. That happens more often than I’d like to admit. As therapists, students, parents, spouses, friends, and simply as people trying to grow, we spend a lot of time learning. We read books. We listen to podcasts. We hear sermons. We sit in classrooms. We have conversations that leave us thinking, “That was exactly what I needed.” Then life happens. Suddenly, the wisdom that felt so clear yesterday feel

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the pace at which we expect ourselves to heal. Maybe it’s because conversations about healing seem to be everywhere right now. We hear terms like nervous system regulation, attachment wounds, trauma responses, boundaries, inner child work, and reparenting. Many of us have read the books, listened to the podcasts, sat in therapy sessions, journaled, prayed, reflected, and learned language to describe experiences we may have carried for yea